Save me from getting old
Your fingers forever a sacred chalice
To which my lifeline shall be caught
As I freely let
Unto the fingers that touch me so.
I shall not shy away
From this touch you lay upon
Skin so stretched as leaves turn gold
Save me from getting old.
This was my new family
My life became so entwined with them
Every day for me was filled
With compassion I had never experienced before
Not even living at home with my Irish parents
Who set the fire at 4:15 every night
There were other people that involved themselves in our life
But they had their own things
And I had for the most part
Already been completely welcomed into the family.
I took Willow and Lily with me to see Amy, Frank, and Clarinet
Who were at first beside themselves with joy
That I had found myself a wife
And then flustered with how to celebrate
The special event with us,
Because of the communication we had developed
They were able to talk with us
And only some of the time Willow would lean on me
Asking what they had just meant
But she was never-the-less shy
About meeting White people
And didn’t quite know how to act
Or what to do in a social setting like this with them.
When we were on our way home
Winding through a path that was now familiar
I asked Willow how she had liked Amy & Frank
She said: “Amy very beautiful, Frank very clean.”
I laughed a good long time
After hearing this
In spite her questioning: “What? What?”
I couldn’t stop my laughter
And couldn’t get enough of this woman who loved me
I asked her how she liked their home
Wooden walls, and rocking chairs
And a steel fireplace to burn wood in
She looked at me and said straight:
“Joe, not us.”
At that moment
My passion for her blossomed
Into a thousand year old tree
Her honesty and immediate awareness of it
Made me understand one of her truest qualities
Willow looked at me
And I looked at her
And Lily, behind Willow, looked at me
And for nearly the whole ride home
I could hardly contain myself
From devouring with passion
The entire essence of Willow
Her full beauty as a strong Woman
Who had chosen to share space
With me, a dusty traveler,
And every time I looked at Lily
Bundled in tightly behind Willow with sleepy eyes
I burst into laughter I never knew I had.
When we arrived home
And put Lily to sleep
We walked down to the river’s edge
Where we had first kissed
And sat for a long time
Together, under blankets
Watching as the moon slowly made its arch
High up into the Autumn sky,
There were no words that needed to be said
Because we spoke so fluently in silence
And we leaned backwards
Falling into the web above
Twinkling back at us in dreams,
Sharing every secret we ever had.
You’ve heard me calling upon your heart
My intentions are the spring:
Freshness of blossom, budding truth,
And warmth of the sweet sun.
I do not mean to make you shy,
My intrigue honest felt;
Throwing hazard to the wind
You hear my heart, my cry.
Like all painters of the world
I’ve swept my stroke upon your canvas,
Chance has left me restlessly
Dreaming of a midnight dance.
Your heart is grace to my wide eyes
I’ve felt it pushing, then giving slack,
I hear your wolf howl at my moon,
Hear mine, here, howling back.
Bonjour fine lady of the long legs
Hello, yes, simply dazzling they are
Oh, don’t be shy! It’s true!
I can see you know it by the glint in your eyes!!
My name is Joseph, and it is my pleasure
Simply my delight today to make your acquaintance
Thanks my friend! It’s got to be my favorite
Article of clothing I have, I got it in Berlin
I love the color too, matches with everything
There is only one problem…
Yes, but one simple problem my dear lady
I have not had a chance to ask your name!?
Linda! Oh what a wonderful name
I’ve never known a Linda before
Such a beautiful day today Linda, don’t you think?
I know! Such bright sun it’s almost draining!
Have you been able to escape the heat today?
Well that’s good..
Oh mine has been good too
Lots of administration things
Organizing and filing, you know how it is?
Now tell me, Linda
From what far corners of this fine country
Since I detect no accent in your words
Did you and your legs walk from?
Indiana! Marvelous. I myself am from Chicago
Mere one state away! What part of Indiana?
Why! I had a great friend in university from Lafayette
You probably wouldn’t even know him
I don’t think I could even recall his last name!
Do you think? How big is it?
Well, his name was Conrad.
Conrad Berkley or Barkley or Buckley…
Yes! That’s it! Conrad Bernard!
Blond hair with a side part??
Thick black rimmed glasses?
Ha! Such a small world indeed
Such a small world
How did you know Conrad?
Really? Your old boyfriend was good friends with him?
Ha! Imagine that
Linda, I was just making my way towards Roberta’s Joint
You know, the café just around the corner here
Are you interested in joining me for a spot of tea?
Ah, delightful! It will be my honor